Chapter 4 - The DNA Test Confirmed Sammy Was My Son—But Rebecca Hid the One Detail That Could Get Him KilledI ordered a private DNA test that night.
Rebecca tried to stop me.
"Please."
"I need proof."
"Mr. Caldwell—"
"I need to know."
She finally agreed.
The results came two days later.
The probability of paternity was 99.99%.
Sammy was my son.
My son.
I stared at the report for nearly an hour.
I had spent six years believing I didn't have children.
Six years thinking my family line would end with me.
Yet I had a son.
A little boy who had walked into my garden without fear and asked me why I was crying.
I asked Rebecca why she had never told me.
"Emily believed you were being watched."
"By whom?"
"Your father's former security chief."
"Who?"
"Richard Vale."
The name was familiar.
Richard had worked for my father for thirty years.
He had become my security adviser after my parents died.
He had even been one of the first people at the scene of my accident.
I had trusted him.
I had thanked him.
He had visited me in the hospital.
He had told me the accident wasn't my fault.
Now my stomach turned.
"Richard knew about Sammy?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Because he was the one tracking Emily."
Rebecca finally revealed the missing piece.
After Emily escaped, she spent years moving between safe houses.
She couldn't contact me.
Every time she tried, someone found her.
She believed someone inside my family had access to her location.
She gave Sammy to Rebecca because she trusted her.
Then Emily disappeared again.
"Where did she go?"
"To find evidence."
"Against Richard?"
"And your parents."
I stared at the DNA report.
"What evidence?"
Rebecca shook her head.
"I don't know."
Then there was a knock at the door.
Richard.
He entered without waiting.
"Mr. Caldwell."
I slid the DNA report beneath a folder.
"What do you want?"
"I heard you've been spending time with Rebecca's son."
My heart stopped.
"Why?"
"I was concerned."
"Why would you care?"
He smiled.
"Because children can be vulnerable."
I looked at him.
"How did you know Sammy was here?"
"People talk."
"Do they?"
He nodded.
"Just remember, Mr. Caldwell, not everything from your past deserves to be brought back."
He left.
My hands were shaking.
I called Vincent, my head of corporate security.
"Run a background check on Richard Vale."
Vincent returned three hours later.
"There are discrepancies."
"Such as?"
"His employment history."
"What?"
"He says he worked for your father from 1988."
"Yes."
"He didn't."
I frowned.
"There are missing records."
"How missing?"
"Completely."
Then Vincent said something that made my blood run cold.
"There's also a second identity connected to Richard."
"Who?"
"Richard Vaughn."
"What's the connection?"
"He was investigated twenty years ago for falsifying medical records involving a woman named Emily Hart."
I stood.
Or tried to.
My legs remained useless.
But for the first time, I didn't feel trapped by my wheelchair.
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I felt driven.
"Find him."
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